Ignore the gun

As you leave the gun alone, planning to look into it after working out, you find that when you've returned it is nowhere to be seen. Maybe Stephanie put it in some locker somewhere, or threw it out. After all, it didn't really look like the sort of stuff you'd keep around. Maybe you'll dig around for it after work. Maybe.

You shrug, faint memories of a weird dream faintly resurfacing as you absent-mindedly adjust your bra, getting ready for a modelling shoot. Money is scarce when studying, and while free dinners with hot dates are nice, you do have to push that entrepreneurial muscle now and then to get money for clothes, make-up and base necessities.

"Besides," you think as you pose to the camera, "it's not work if you love doing it!"

(End: Happy naughty student)